Chapter 574 - 244: One Sword Levels the Mountain, First Glimmer of the Rainbow

We’re still short of nearly three thousand Tribulation Points; the gap to break through to the Divine Martial Fourth Layer remains rather large.

The increase from strong Enlightenment and Innate Talent brought by Cultivation and Law Comprehension, over time, can reduce some Tribulation consumption.

But no matter how much it decreases, to break the Realm within a short period still requires quite a few Tribulation Points.

This thought swirled in his mind.

Chen Ping didn’t forget to arrange for his exhilarated subordinates to handle follow-up matters.

For instance, searching for treasures and wealth, persuading leftover captives, distinguishing between disciples coming to the mountain voluntarily and civilians abducted to the mountain... then arranging them one by one.

These trivial matters don’t require Chen Ping to worry too much.

His main focus was on the few sets of Secret Manuals found from the Purple Sky Hall and Yuxiao Hall, noticing the absence of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Technique and Sword Control Technique, which left him slightly disappointed.

However, when there’s a loss, there’s often a gain.

Within the sea of consciousness, light spheres floated up and down, with one golden sphere standing out conspicuously.

This was the opportunity sphere gained after the complete demise of Venerable Yuxiao.

Chen Ping naturally couldn’t let it slip away.

He now had some experience.

Such as the white and silver spheres, which don’t have much necessity for Trace Origin and Steal Fortune.

Even if he explored its information and seized the opportunity, it wouldn’t be of much help to his current level.

However, golden and purple opportunities either significantly enhance his combat power and cultivation or are profoundly impactful on his future path.

These levels of opportunities can’t be missed, even at great cost.

Consuming 160 Fortune Points is indeed substantial.

Just the sentiment of the governed populace over ten days.

As time passes, with the Southern people living in peace and prosperity.

Chen Ping, as the Lord of the Southern and the advocate and promoter of new governance, receives Fortune that no one can take.

He is now gaining fourteen Fortune Points every day.

As time extends.

This gaining will slowly increase.

It’s but a trickle now; one day it will become a torrential flood.

’My Enlightenment...’

"My Innate Talent!"

’With such positive development, one day, I can reach Innate Divinity or the talent level of a true Immortal, comprehending Law and Cultivation in one day that can match a mortal’s hundred or thousand years.’

’By that time, why work hard on cultivation? Just lie down, and through lying, become an Immortal.’

Thinking of the ultimate beauty, Chen Ping couldn’t help but reveal a bright smile, catching Ji Mingyue’s attention with astonishment.

"What good thing happened to Seventh Brother?"

The Little Commandery Princess was also delighted.

She approached like a small bird relying on its master.

Unaware of her Bright Moon Sword’s fierce reputation, and the prestige as the Lord of the Celestial Heart Pavilion.

"Of course, there’s good news."

Chen Ping touched Little Mingyue’s smooth hair, feeling its silky softness, and with peace and joy in his heart, said with a smile: "Remember Venerable Yuxiao’s Sword Control Technique? When Seventh Brother organizes it, I’ll pass it to you, and you’ll have your own finishing move in the future."

This was indeed true.

After taking some days to rest, accumulating sufficient Fortune Points, Chen Ping prepared to once again Trace Origin and Steal Fortune.

That terrifying Sword Control Technique certainly won’t escape his search and study.

Venerable Yuxiao might not have had a strong enough Divine Sense, or perhaps his heart was impure, and he didn’t achieve Sword Heart level in Sword Technique, needing to explode blood essence to wield it.

But for himself, it was unnecessary.

With the Sword Heart Observation Weakness Technique of the Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword, like Bright Moon in the Sky, Star River Reflection.

Naturally, he had affinity and control over sword-type weapons.

Using the Sword Control Technique was sure to be done effortlessly.

And Ji Mingyue, with her peculiar talent, could break the Realm as easily as drinking water with just one Celestial Heart Bright Moon Sword; she surely won’t fail to learn the Sword Control Technique.

"Really?"

Princess Mingyue then revealed a glimpse of a little girl’s demeanor, almost jumping with joy.

Watching Seventh Brother grow stronger, and his actions as if an Immortal descended, profound and unfathomable, she felt great joy, but also tremendous pressure.

’Before long, maybe I won’t even be able to see his back?’

’He won’t need my help by his side anymore, and by that time, I won’t even have the qualification to stand beside him...’

Thinking of that, Ji Mingyue, only sixteen, quietly felt an overwhelming sadness, transcending her age.

She feared, that one day, she would drift further from Seventh Brother.

Only able to look up to him, ascending higher into the sky, never to be seen again.

"Nonsense, this boundless sky is too cold; without a few close friends, old acquaintances from Jianghu, it remains somewhat uninteresting."

Half to express his thoughts, half to set his aspirations.

Chen Ping’s gaze soft as water, his smile warm.

...

"Flap flap..."

A small gray shadow darted across the hall and pavilion, landing on a small mountain at the back.

A servant in green raised his head and reached out.

A slight dizziness in front of his eyes.

He saw a gray bird swinging its neck, landing on his arm, looking around animatedly.

The man in green stared closely and saw a scroll of white tied to the gray bird’s foot.

His eyes lit up, carefully retrieving it, and took out finely crafted herbal pellets, spreading them in his palm to feed the gray bird.

After the bird ate to its heart’s content, he squeezed the white silk cloth, moving swiftly, passing through the jade screen, crossing the flower stream, arriving before a painting pavilion, and bowed to report softly.

"Venerable, Gray Number Seventeen has sent a message, estimating it’s important news from the Southern."

"Bring it up."

The room was silent at first, the man in green almost thought the Venerable was in closed-door cultivation, not yet awake.

After a while, a gentle soothing voice was heard, and the small silk cloth held in his hands appeared to be carried by the wind, gently drifting into the pavilion.

"Southern unification, Divine Martial falls!"

The originally peaceful painting pavilion, the calm and gentle voice suddenly changed tone.

"How is that possible? Yuxiao actually died?"

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